You walk like a délicate flower
Straight out of a palace
Created by your inner power
You are focusing on his palace
Ignoring your beauty
And renying life
By thinking it’s your duty
To be the slave of any man’s life
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Author:
Cerise (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
We are the wish to be wished upon. No slave unless it's what you want.
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